Living On The Moon Lyrics - Jeremy Fisher

Gotta be a better way, somewhere out there 

Gotta be something else 

Grandpa would stare out into thin air 

Just trying to figure it out 

The porch light flickers, moths and mosquitoes 

Screen door speaks to the breeze 

Me and my sister up, talking to Jesus 

Hands folded, down on our knees 

Dear papa, what would we do? 

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars 

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw 

Try to feel somewhere to muse 

White noise and rabbit ears, tuned into all your fears 

Every night it's the same 

Daddy sits in his chair, mama wears rubber gloves 

She got a dishpan drain 

Grandpa smokes a cigarette 

It's just for him not for kids 

Watch from the windowsill as smoke dances upward 

A ghost in the darkness, white out perfectly still 

Dear papa, what would we do? 

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars 

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw 

Try to feel somewhere to muse 

Out in the shed after midnights in bed, the real hard work begins 

Grandpa tinkers with a rocket he built from a fifty four rambler with fins 

He says, you and your sister can escape this misery 

C'mon child climb on in 

Dear papa, what would we do? 

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars 

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw 

Try to feel somewhere to muse